My most cherished photographs of childhood are the ones snapped in the between.
It’s the ones that tell some small part of my own story.
The ones that give me clues of what life was like.
When your daughter or your son is thirty, to which photographs from his childhood will he be most drawn to?
How they’re loved while they’re so small they can’t remember.
The ones that show their first house before they moved.
How the living room looked before the renovations.
The kitchen cupboards where he learned to climb.
We are showing and saving something irreplaceable.
This is part of a blog circle in collaboration with fantastic documentary photographers around the world.